Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read Math was never my favorite subject, but sometimes I seek symmetry in dates. I can remember the date I graduated high school (June 5th), the date I graduated college (May 3rd), and the date my debut novel released (June 15th). I wish friends and family members “Happy Birthday Eve” the day before their actual birthdays, and…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read A couple planned their Charleston wedding for the weekend the hurricane came. When the groomsmen, the photographer, and the officiant had no way to make it onto the peninsula, the bride pleaded on a reporter’s borrowed mic for someone to come and marry them. A photography student and a minister were able to answer her plea….
Rachelle Rea Cobb 2 Minute Read I want a kitchen like my mother’s someday. I don’t necessarily mean I want honey-golden countertops like hers, cranberry cabinets, the double fridge set-up, or even a similar dark wooden kitchen table. All of those things are wonderful, and I wouldn’t mind having them. But what I really want goes beyond decor. I want a…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read I answered the phone to hear my mother say, “Everything is fine.” I said the first thing that came to mind. “I hate when you start phone calls that way.” The truth was, I knew everything was not fine because she had called me. It was a normal Wednesday where we were both at work, at…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read All I needed was to find the post office. I took note of my supervisor’s directions, but misheard which branch he was directing me to. When I mentioned to a friend where I was going, she gave me a different set of directions (because, obviously, I had given her the wrong branch name). Insert dilemma. Whose advice…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read Aeneas, a paralyzed man, lived in Lydda. For eight long years, he was bedridden. Eight years. That’s twice as long as I spent seeking publication. Twice as many years as I spent in college (or four times as long, since I went for two years to two different schools). Eight summers where the sun shone…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I’m so pleased to have Betsy St. Amant here today, talking about her books–wonderfully sweet contemporary romances. First, an intro! Who is Betsy? Betsy St. Amant has a heart for three things – chocolate, new shoes and sharing the amazing news of God’s grace through her novels. She lives in Louisiana with her adorable story-telling young daughter,…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 8 Minute Read Today we have Roseanna M. White, author of Biblical and historical fiction, with us to talk literature, critique groups, and to give away one of her books! I’ve loved Roseanna’s books for years. They beautifully blend history with faith. Roseanna is also my wonderful editor and cover designer. Plus she’s giving away Ring of Secrets,…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read When I signed my book contract, I stepped across the threshold from unpublished to author. It was a transition in several different aspects, none more so than this: I didn’t know how to tell people. So I kept it a secret from Facebook for a week and stuttered through the story face-to-face with all my favorite in-real-life…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read Maybe you moved. Or you married. Maybe you are looking for more community, a different mode of worship, or a more Bible-aligned structure. Whatever the reason, you’re in the market for a church. So you set out Sunday morning. In the family van. In the passenger seat with your husband by the wheel. Or, as…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read The night the dream-come-true news slipped into my life, I was oblivious. Looking back, I wonder at how Jesus must have chuckled, because I was on the recumbent bike watching television at the time the email arrived. I had no idea my life was about to change forever. The Wait It had been sixteen months since I…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I planned to be an optician. I was fascinated with sight and sure that I could help people by helping fit them for glasses and contacts. After all, the day I got my glasses is a special memory, punctuated by “Mama, I can read that sign.” The summer after senior year, when I felt like I had a scant…
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